It's true, I don't write on my blog nearly enough, I am not the best at journalling either. I want to tell you all what my life has been life since I last posted but it would be too much. There are too many great moments and so many tears. It is not enough to say that the last part of Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry was life changing. We got imparted to, knighted, loved on, intensely worshipped with nearly 1000 students for the last time. We honoured each other in parties, grabbed last goodbyes as much as we could, not realising how hard it would be later.
I will mention the knighting, for those who read this and don't understand what that is all about. We had a ceremony where all students were knighted and commissioned, sent to the world. As I knelt on the floor waiting for Pastor Bill Johnson and Pastor Kris Vallotton to knight me with real swords, I was surprised by how moved I was. Words could not actually describe it, and this cliche line didn't help the experience. My pathetic attempt to describe it was that I was suddenly showed how important I was to the world, to the Papas of Bethel and to Abba God. As they placed the swords on each shoulder, I felt a wave of acceptance, love, strength, power and might course through my veins. I could barely get to my feet and walk as I was more overwhelmed than I had been in my life, more overwhelmed than my wedding day! I didn't know this experience existed in me. Later I was blessed and honoured in an honouring ceremony with our Revival Group when a wonderful woman in my revival group made a royal Queenly robe out of velvet and with a lovely fur trim and gold beads, then crowned me with a fur trimmed crown, telling me that I need to know that I am not just a Princess, but a Queen in God's Kingdom. I literally had to be held up by friends and my legs crumpled under the overwhelming feeling of honour, love and respect. Tears stream down my face now as I even type of the experience.
Nothing could prepare me for the emptiness I would experience as one by one my friends left Redding and then so did I. I always felt loved by God, filled with His Joy and I was blessed enough to have an amazing friend to stay with in the last weeks but I am not holding anything back with this post.
The last Sunday was so freeing as first I was totally SOZOed by an amazing sermon at Bethel and then got to sit and listen to Papa Bill with a very small group of 10 or 15 of us and get to ask him questions in a 'fireside chat' with him.
When I got back to New Zealand, I was so happy to be home to my homeland, and shed a little tear as I saw the carvings and Koru paintings when I arrived.
I realised at this point the significance of America in intercessory as I walked into a wall of negativity and depression, alongside the power and mighty spirit of NZ. I realised that the United States had such a blessing with how many interceed for the nation and that we need to make a call to New Zealanders to interceed for ours! No more to the heavy thick depression hovering over our land, lets say yes to all the promise we hold as the first to see the sun!
I know this post seems a little doom and gloom, and I am not going to lie, being back here I have gone through so much greiving of the year gone by, but I alongside that I have the hope of the amazing promise of Tomorrows that my Father who lives in Heaven has lined up for me.
Now I cry for my friends back at BSSM but giggle with excitement as I pack my bags once again and move to Whangarei, a place I have never lived!
